The situation on the battlefield seemed to tilt once more in an instant. Those two Limit Douluo figures hovered in the upper air like two invisible mountains, forcefully pressing the center of gravity of the entire battlefield toward the Holy Spirit Cult's side.
Everyone from the Three Douluo Nations had expressions that were solemn to the extreme. Some subconsciously gripped the weapons in their hands, while others secretly filled their entire bodies with Spirit Power, yet none knew what kind of posture they should use to face such existences next.
At that very moment, Huo Yuhao, who had never made a move until now, stepped forward.
His figure flashed, suddenly disappearing from the rear of the battlefield, and the next instant he had already torn through space, appearing directly opposite Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.
He hovered mid-air, not deliberately releasing any aura around his body, but that unhurried posture alone was already enough to make everyone below look at him in astonishment.
Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, who were still observing the battlefield situation, almost simultaneously focused their gazes on him.
Feeling the aura belonging to a Super Douluo on Huo Yuhao's body, Long Xiaoyao's heart shook incessantly.
It had not been long since they last saw him; back then, Huo Yuhao was not even a Titled Douluo, yet unexpectedly, he now stood firmly at this level.
As for Ye Xishui, she did not think that much, her aged yet sharp eyes filled with murderous intent.
Long Xiaoyao spoke first, his tone carrying a complex sense of emotion: "Tower Master Huo is naturally talented and peerless in cultivation speed throughout ancient and modern times, why must you meddle in these current affairs?"
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao smiled: "Throughout the ages, how many Limit Douluo are there? Why must Senior entangle yourself with the Holy Spirit Cult?"
Long Xiaoyao sighed softly, knowing he could not persuade the other party.
Ye Xishui glanced at Long Xiaoyao, her voice as cold as ice: "Xiaoyao, why waste words with him? Attack."
A trace of helplessness flashed through Long Xiaoyao's eyes, and he said no more. With Spirit Body Enhancement, the aura around his body suddenly soared, and a huge black dragon shadow slowly emerged behind him.
He dared not hold the slightest contempt for Huo Yuhao; after all, Huo Yuhao, who was only a Spirit Douluo back then, had once dragged him into an illusion, and the strength of the other party's mental force far exceeded his imagination.
With Huo Yuhao's current strength, he was quite confident in dealing with Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.
However, he was in no rush to attack at this moment. He only smiled and extended his right hand, whereupon a scale as black as ink emerged in the palm of his hand.
Seeing this, Long Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly. He was not unfamiliar with the aura of that scale, and memories from not long ago surged into his heart once more.
Huo Yuhao laughed unhurriedly: "Senior Long, I have found a good opponent for you."
The moment his words fell, the space in front of him was suddenly torn open into a huge fissure.
The pitch-black spatial fissure constantly twisted and surged, and at its edges, fine electric arcs of shattering energy were faintly visible, enough to tear any existence that rashly stepped into it into fragments.
Yet in the process of that fissure expanding, a foot actually stepped out from within it.
Following that, a tall figure walked out slowly from the fissure.
Black robes rustled in the wind, a head of pitch-black long hair fluttered, and that pair of golden vertical pupils looked straight at Long Xiaoyao opposite him.
Although he had never seen this person's face, Long Xiaoyao had once felt his aura.
That profound and heavy power resembling an abyss, he would absolutely not mistake it.
His expression was solemn, and his voice dropped a few notches: "Is the Beast God going to meddle in the affairs of us humans?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of many people present skipped a beat.
The black-robed person with a tyrannical aura appearing before them at this moment turned out to be the Beast God Di Tian?!
Many people present had not participated in the Spirit Pagoda's opening ceremony, and naturally had never seen Di Tian's true appearance.
They looked at the figure hovering in mid-air, their hearts churning with hesitant and suspicious emotions.
Di Tian did not answer Long Xiaoyao's question, only slightly turning his head, his gaze falling upon Huo Yuhao.
After the Auspicious Beast returned from Ten Thousand Years later, she went back to the Star Dou Great Forest once more.
She handed this Reverse Scale of Di Tian from Ten Thousand Years later to the Di Tian of this spacetime.
After Di Tian took that scale, he fell silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence: "Whatever you want to do, go do it; I will not stop you."
From that moment on, he had completely stopped opposing the matters between Jin Li and Huo Yuhao.
Therefore, when Huo Yuhao made a request this time, Di Tian did not refuse either, but Di Tian truly had no interest in explaining anything to these humans before him.
Huo Yuhao glanced at Di Tian, then said to everyone present: "Senior Di Tian is the patron of my Spirit Pagoda, not an outsider."
These words falling into the ears of everyone fighting in the melee below caused the hearts of quite a few people to shudder once more.
Di Tian had no desire to speak more. He merely raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and grabbed toward Long Xiaoyao's direction.
That movement looked casual and natural, yet an ultimate aura of darkness surged overwhelmingly the instant he raised his hand, like an entire expanse of pitch-black night compressed to the limit suddenly spreading outward.
Long Xiaoyao's expression changed, and he hurriedly sidestepped to dodge, his movement carrying a trace of rare haste.
He had once considered himself to be the leader among humans nowadays; after Elder Mu's fall, even Ye Xishui was not his match.
Yet facing Di Tian at this moment, he had a feeling of being restrained from the very root. Whether in Bloodline or attributes, he fell into an absolute disadvantage.
The exchange between Di Tian and Long Xiaoyao quickly turned that area in mid-air into a battlefield that no one dared to approach.
Meanwhile, both sides below, after a brief stagnation, began fighting once again. The sounds of slaughter and the roars of colliding Spirit Power once more filled the entire Demon Forest.
Ye Xishui stood in mid-air, her gaze falling heavily upon Huo Yuhao, a dangerous light flashing within those aged eyes.
She had also not expected that this young man before her, who looked to be only around twenty years old, could actually invite Di Tian over.
If this battle were allowed to drag on, the Holy Spirit Cult's grand enterprise would truly be ruined here.
Her fingers curled slightly, as if she had already made a decision in her heart to eliminate this variable as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Ye Xishui no longer had any hesitation.
The blood-colored light behind her suddenly surged, and a huge and ferocious Blood Soul Demon Puppet emerged from behind her, its entire body dark red, emitting a strong death grievance force that was close to substantial.
Above that Blood Soul Demon Puppet hung a cone-shaped blood-red tall tower. The surface of the tower body flowed with a dark red halo, and beneath the eaves of each tower tier, countless silent wails seemed to be suppressed.
That was precisely the Spirit Tool—death god tower—which Ye Xishui had spent many years painstakingly polishing in the Sun Moon Empire.
This tower had poured in almost all of her accumulations, already far exceeding the scope of a conventional ninth-grade soul tool.
Even the Silver Moon Douluo Kong Deming, hailed as the father of Spirit Tools of the Sun Moon Empire, had once evaluated that the death god tower could already be considered a quasi-tenth-grade Spirit Tool.
At this moment, Ye Xishui held a determination to kill Huo Yuhao, without the slightest probing or reservation, directly launching the death god tower's strongest strike.
A scarlet light was suddenly released from the tower peak. Wherever that red light passed, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to be sliced open.
Even Huo Yuhao felt a heart-palpitating sense of oppression when facing this strike.
If it were anyone else, they would probably be completely unable to block this strike, but Huo Yuhao was no ordinary person.
His powerful mental force allowed him to make the most accurate judgment in an instant, and his physical actions were completed almost synchronously with his consciousness.
A suit of silver-white battle armor suddenly emerged around him, the surface of the armor covered with flowing emerald-green and dark purple patterns.
This was Huo Yuhao's four-word battle armor. He had already broken through to the Divine Craftsman level in the Dao of Forging and mastered Heavenly Forging. This set of battle armor was precisely forged from divine-grade metals that he had crafted with his own hands.
And this set of four-word battle armor was named by him as Spirit Ice Annihilation!
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